Contest winner!

First of all, I want to thank everyone who participated in my first Sugar Pea giveaway. I will definitely be holding more giveaways in the future. Also, thanks to all of your kind words and compliments. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when someone likes my stuff as much as I do!

Now the exciting news: the winner is ~j. of formerly phread! Congratulations on winning such a fabulous prize. Be sure to email me your address (hollylesue [at] gmail [dot] com) so I can get your apron off to you, pronto!

I also wanted to address my feelings for this time of year that is upon us. Autumn is easily my favorite time of year, and I know I’m not alone here. I think it was probably my Mom who instilled in me a love for the seasons. She was raised on a ranch in Idaho, so she taught us to love the vibrant colors of the changing leaves, the big fluffy white clouds, and spring flowers, just to name a few.

But when I was growing up, we lived in Anaheim, California where there isn’t much season changing seen by the untrained eye. She would always point out to us that the only place in town where you could tell it was fall was at the public library, as it had been landscaped with trees that actually changed with the seasons.

Now that I live in Utah, I have really grown to love and appreciate the changing seasons. At the end of August I anxiously start looking to the mountains for the changing leaves. My excitement increases as the colors creep down the mountain and into the neighborhoods throughout September and October.

As I drove up to Rock Canyon a few days ago for a closer look, I got a little too excited. I kept telling the girls to look at the changing colors of the leaves on the mountain. I kept asking “Aren’t they so pretty?!”

Maybe a drive through the Alpine Loop—so that they can see the colors up close and personal—will help them see that their Mom is just a fall fanatic (and not a lunatic).

Each September, I’m found re-reading Martha Stewart’s Halloween publications and eating pumpkin candies as if they were going out of style. Seriously. I think I’m on my fifth bag.

When this time of year approaches, I find myself thinking of all the things about it that make me giddy—brand new school supplies, baking, cooler mornings and evenings, discussions and plans for this year’s Halloween costumes, chocolate chip pumpkin cookies, BYU football (yes, even after their humiliating loss last Saturday), General Conference, baking, falling leaves for the girls to play in, apple cider (hot or cold), soup, visiting pumpkin patches, carving pumpkins, holiday movies, sweater weather, hot chocolate, decorating the house for all three upcoming holidays, and baking. I just want to drink it all in, as Anne (with an ‘e’) says, and savor these days.

So perhaps you can imagine the shock I felt when I spied this jolly old elf just last week on the porch in a nearby neighborhood. I think it might be considered a sin of some sort.

Plastic Santa? Check. Christmas lights? Check. Snow shovel? Check. WAY too early for any of this? SUPER CHECK.

As our girls would say, “What the!?”

  1. ~j.

    Oh my goodness! Hooray, and THANK YOU! I’ll email you shortly.

  2. courtney

    the mtn is beautiful. But the picture makes it look far less steep than it is and so I want to go hike it.

  3. Azucar

    ~J wins EVERYTHING lately.

    heehee.

  4. Denice

    I saw that santa too. its wrong, way wrong!

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